1987:
Shelli, Tracy and I have been standing here for the past few minutes as the guys continued to get their equipment set up, looking around at all the dumb ass people littering the room."Nice of shit face to tell Kurt about this place right as we're getting here huh?"
Tracy shook her head as Shelli looked at this guy walking by, drunk off his ass as she looked disgusted, making me laugh my head off.
This so called manger or whatever they consider him, Ryan, he sucks major balls at being one. He didn't even bother to tell Kurt it was a damn house they were playing at.
And the crowd looks pretty stupid....
As the girls finally started to move about, I just went up on the stage with Kurt as his hair hung over his face, making me chuckle slightly as he finally looked up, smiling a tad at the look on my face.
"Trying to hide from everyone Cobain? I can still see you...."
He put his guitar over his shoulder as he shook his head, his fake smile on his lips as he tried to look happy.
I know he's just trying to get through this because it's a gig. But I know he's not happy about it. Which i don't fucking blame him. When Ryan told us what they would be doing, I slapped the piss out of him while Kurt just about jumped him.
But here we are.
"This isn't exactly the place I had in mind for a fucking gig Bean. I was hoping for something..... better. And we get this. This isn't even a good gig."
I shook my head as I softly patted his shoulder, trying to give him a comforting smile as he fiddled with the strings on his guitar, making sure everything is working properly.
"Hey. You're Kurt Cobain man! You could play from the fucking van and make it the best show ever performed in the history of shows. You've got this KC... trust me."
He slowly stopped playing with the strings as he looked up at me, sending me the first genuine smile I've seen on his face all day, making me super happy.
"Now that's what I want to see. That beautiful smile of yours..."
I softly kissed his cheek, my face heating up as I realized what I did, rolling my eyes as he chuckled a little, that little smile taking over his face.
"Am i Coco tonight Bean?"
I laughed, a big laugh as he grinned from my reaction, poking his arm as he mocked a pained look, making me roll my eyes.
"You're always as delicious as Coco man! I thought I told you this..."
He smiled a tad as I winked at him, jumping down from the stage as I just about fell over from Krist whooshing right past me with fake blood all over him.
And.... tape covering his nipples?
I narrowed my eyes in a confused look as he looked down at me with a evil smirk on his lips, just as Kurt shook his head.
"You look like you murdered someone man. But I won't ask. We need to get the show going anyway."
I laughed a little as Shelli came running over, laughing at how he looked.
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The Boy With Blue Eyes {A Kurt Cobain Story}
FanficHow to describe the enigma that is Kurt Cobain... He's a mystery within a mystery. He's also my best friend. And here's my journey with him..